I run from feelings
Become numb
Dealing with hardships, ever since a young gun
Dealing drugs on the corner where I come from
The building, I'm posted out front with the drunk bums chilling
Police be prowling the cold streets
They eyeing out Eye and I
Trying to stay low key in hiding
Sold keys, dividing the proceeds
Providing for groceries
Trying to meet our own needs surviving
Fuck being litty my life gritty
Fuck being pretty my style gritty
Ain't nothing sweet
Fuck feeling pity, my mind gritty
I do whatever I got to
To make it in my city
Fuck being litty my life gritty
Fuck being pretty my style gritty
Ain't nothing sweet
Fuck feeling pity, my mind gritty
I do whatever I got to
To make it in my city
My lost soul has battled
On crossroads I've traveled
Paths that were bumpy, full of potholes and gravel
Had to regroup, almost lost hope while staring
Down the dark hole of a long loaded barrel
Life sucked as young-ins
We got stuck while drugging
Some of us ended getting locked up for thugging
Moms pissed, bugging
For all the shit Ive done in my younger years
No one could have stopped me for nothing
Fuck being litty my life gritty
Fuck being pretty my style gritty
Ain't nothing sweet
Fuck feeling pity, my mind gritty
I do whatever I got to
To make it in my city
Fuck being litty my life gritty
Fuck being pretty my style gritty
Ain't nothing sweet
Fuck feeling pity, my mind gritty
I do whatever I got to
To make it in my city